🧷Reluctant Baby🍼

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The sunlight filters through your tent. You open your eyes and gradually return to your senses. You lift up the sleeping bag and peer at your new pink hitchhiker. It's nearly finished digesting last night's meal and has nearly returned to it's original size. Thankfully, it has also retreated from your ass, which still feels loose and sore.

You sit up and flick it. It jiggles like a mass of jello contained by a thin layer of soft cellophane.

You still can't believe how infantile your penis penis looks; squished down to a fraction of what it should be, and your aching balls are still being held deep inside you, giving you the appearance of someone who's been completely neutered. You look utterly ridiculous.

Something else looks different though. Something new. Then you realize. Your waste wasn't the only thing it consumed. All the hair covered by your new diaper is gone! This just keeps getting worse and worse! Gone is your mature thick bush and respectable cock. All that remains is a tiny, hairless, ballless appendage trapped beneath a thick pink diaper that hides nothing.

You fight the urge to cry. You need help. The first person you think of is Mary. She's an old friend, and was a forest ranger in this area for years! If anyone might know of this weird parasite, it would be her.

First you're going to pack up your camp, then you'll hike back to your car, then drive until you have cell signal before calling her to let her know everything.

You dress, struggling to get your pants over the thick diaper. You unzip the tent and breathe in the clean mountain air. It's only when you smell the contrasting clean air that you notice the smell. You step back into the tent, close the flap, lower your face to the diaper and inhale deeply. It's definitely producing a smell, but it's much better than what you'd expect from something that eats human waste. It's earthy, floral, but fruity in an unrecognizable way...like the smell of bananas, strawberries and mangoes. You inhale again, and suddenly feel a little lightheaded. Maybe huffing this thing isn't a smart idea.

You break down your camp and pack up. You're thankful that you packed light. In a few minutes you're waddling back up the trail, a full day from your car.

You only stop to eat lunch. You feel a slight urge to go to the bathroom, but you hold off. You have to get out of here and get help. Early in the afternoon though the urge becomes a need.

You step off the trail, behind a bush, drop your pants, and tentatively force the release of a tiny bit of urine. The little bit of urine immediately transforms and dissipates into the diaper as an opaque cloud...like baby-pink ink.

The diaper, inert until now, slowly begins to slowly and softly stroke the sensitive underside of your glans. You can feel it's intent... it's hunger. It continues to stroke you, and you know that it's just offering you the lightet sensation, tempting you to release your full bladder.

Well...you need to piss anyway. You brace yourself and release your bladder. The diaper goes opaqu as it swells with your hot urine. The light stroking becomes a swirling sucking, pulsing movement against your penis. Your legs go out and you drop to your knees, pressing your hands against the front of the diaper. It's like the softest, wettest, most incredible blowjob. All you can think about is cumming all you want in the world is to cum. You're getting so close!

JUST as you reach the edge of a climax though, the diaper goes completely lifeless.

"No! Fuck! No! Pleeease!!" You whine desperately. You have to give it more. You need to. Nothing else matters. You don't even care if another hiker sees you. Still on all fours you strain and push, panting and moaning as you desperately strain to give it more.

Finally, with a wet fart you manage to do it. The diaper swells and becomes even heavier as you shit yourself. Within the now-opaque diaper you can feel the solid mass filling up the space between your cheeks before being sucked into the goo.

The slimy gelatinous tendril drives suddenly into your anus stretching it wide, pulsing and curling as it forces it's way in and out of you. You cry out and writhe helplessly as you're mercilessly and thoroughly stroked and fucked to the edge of sanity.

"yes! Oh yes! God!" You feel the strongest, most mind-shattering orgasm building, the sexual crecendo builds beyond anything you'd ever considered possible!

The diaper goes inert.

"No! Fuck!" You're actually crying, heaving sobs as you stand. Your balls ache and your penis throbs angrily. You've never felt more disappointed or frustrated in your life.

You sit back and try tearing the thing off of you. Wrenching and tearing at it with all your might while you yell every expletive you can at it.

The first thing you notice is a wetness on your fingers. Could it be that you're damaging it? Filled with hope you begin clawing and tearing wildly at the pink surface. You feel more slime spread along your fingers, but you don't stop clawing at it, you see nothing; your vision blurred with tears.

It isn't until you're physically and emotionally drained that you stop. The diaper doesn't have a single bit of damage. You knew you felt something. You look at your hands and gasp. Instead of hands you now have what appear to be perfectly oval, thumbless, thickly padded mittens, soft and squishy inside, but with a smooth and seamless rubbery shell on the outside. The creature, tired of your attempts, has nerfed you completely by removing your ability to do anything.

You yelp and try to remove the odd mittens, but your hands are utterly useless. Whether you open your hands or make a fist has no effect on the overall shape of the oval mittens. At least the mittens don't seem to be alive. You can feel the outer shell harden, and the inner lining drying to a soft, dry, velvety material.

You have to get to Mary. You stand and paw at your pants with your mittened hands before admitting to yourself that you no longer have the ability to pull up your pants. And even if you could, they wouldn't fit over the swollen diaper. Using both your hands, you manage to throw your pants over your shoulder before waddling as quickly as you can down the trail.

The sun is setting by the time you reach your car, and it's dark by the time you manage to get your keys out of your pocket, unlock the door, turn the engine on, and buckle your seatbelt. You curse the entire time as you fumble to do anything with the rubbery squishy mittens.

It isn't until 1AM that you finally reach Mary's apartment complex. You park and take stock of your appearance.

The diaper has returned to a clear translucent pink. Your squished genitals are clearly visible. You're covered in dirt from writhing on the ground. Your mittens and diaper make you look like some kind of weird sexual deviant.

Worst of all, with your mittens you were unable to use your phone to give Mary any kind of warning.

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You tell yourself to remain calm. You will yourself to take deep breaths until you're thinking clearly.

You open your pack and retrieve your sketchbook. You'll go about this scientifically. At the top of the page you begin writing ways to remove or kill it.

Fire/burning

Drowning

Stabbing/cutting

Chemicals/poison/acid

Bludgeoning

Those are all the ways you can think of. Surely one of those would have to work.

You start with number 4, as it seems the safest for you. Your options are limited here in the forest, but you try emptying all your insect repellent onto the pink thing. The surface appears to be waterproof though, and the spray simply runs off it and down your legs. After that you pour salt onto it, hoping it'll react like a slug and die. To your dismay nothing happens. With nothing else to try, you cross out number 4.

Alright, onto number 3. You'd tried cutting it before and it had reacted by causing immense pain before the blade could even touch it. This time you'd try a new approach. You slip your pants over the gel diaper to prevent it from seeing what you are going to do, in case it can see at all, and then you prepare a fish hook. Maybe if you puncture it, just a little, it will drop off of you and run away.

You move your hand quickly and jam the hook through your pants into the thing. The sudden pain makes you black out

When you come to, the diaper is still on you, without even a scratch, and you feel like an entire fencepost was recently rammed up your ass while someone repeatedly kicked you in the balls.

You stand on shaky legs and cross out cutting/stabbing. That is one you DEFINITELY will NOT be trying again.

Next is fire. Maybe burning it will scare it off. After all, it works on ticks. You pick up a small stick and use your lighter until the tip catches on fire. You blow it out, leaving a single tiny red coal. You press it against the weird diaper-thing and nothing happens..at first.

"Ow!" You fling the stick into the fire pit. There, visible through the pink gel, is a small red burn on your skin, as though you'd pressed the stick against yourself and not the diaper.

If it can perfectly transfer heat to you, then that's not the right way to go either. You cross out number 1.

Next is bludgeoning. After the last few failed attempts you decide to do this cautiously. You start by flicking the diaper. No reaction. You tap it. Still nothing. Okay, here goes nothing. You open your hand and slap your own ass.

"Oooww!" Your howl echos in the woods. You inspect your cheek to see the red imprint of your own hand, as though you'd slapped your own cheek ten times harder than you'd slapped the diaper.

If it was going to transfer kinetic energy tenfold to you, then you absolutely didn't want to use that approach. You pick up your book and cross out bludgeoning.

All that remains is to try drowning the thing. Luckily, this far into the forest there is no danger of anyone seeing your now-tiny penis in what appears to be an clear inflatable pink diaper as you undress at the edge of the lake.

The water is ice cold and your teeth chatter uncontrollably as you force yourself to walk into the water, not stopping until the diaper is completely submerged. You wait for several minutes, feeling your toes sink into the icy mud.

Something is happening now! You couldn't see it doing anything, but you definitely feel the gel moving and pulsing slightly.

Slowly the diaper begins to swell, becoming colder and colder as it does so. Its heavy swollen bulk begins to force your legs apart. "Maybe it'll expand and pop!" You think hopefully.

The diaper hardens slightly as it compresses, and you scream as a jet of cold water begins pumping into your rectum. The bulky diaper makes movement difficult as you fight your way back to the shore, being filled with a painfully cold lake-water enema the entire time.

You you crawl onto the bank and collapse. Your belly is cramping painfully from the volume, but the diaper continues to forcefully fill you until it has returned to its original size. You struggle to force the water out, but despite your anus being stretched wide, the slime inside you is acting as a plug, and won't allow any of it to leave you.

It isn't until hours later as you're huddled in front of your campfire that it suddenly allows you to release the enema.

You don't care how it looks. After hours of holding it in, you can't help but crouch low to forcibly shit out the disgusting mess as quickly as you can moaning with relief.

No sooner have you started to relieve yourself than the diaper comes to life. It begins to stroke and massage every bit of your cock and prostate simultaneously. It's the most amazing sensation you've ever felt, it's so powerful that your entire mind goes blank and becomes a white haze of sexual bliss. Your moans of relief become the most shamefully slutty moans and gasps.

Anyone looking at you now would see a naked weirdo writhing on the ground, pawing at their pink inflated diaper.

Right as you approach the edge of climax, the sensations stop immediately. Your penis, still contained to it's tiny size, throbs and aches painfully, desperate for the last touch needed to trigger an orgasm.

"uuugh! Please!" You paw at the diaper and thrust against your hands, and even try humping the ground. Your denied penis feels none of it, not even the slightest change in pressure.

You sit up, now several inches higher atop the jiggly slimy gel. You inspect it closely. Whatever mess came out of you has immediately reacted with the gel, producing an opaque baby-pink cloud that has made the inside of the diaper cloudy.

Even now you watch as a drop of precum appears on the tip of your throbbing penis before dissipating into an opaque pink mist within the diaper.

With creeping horror you realize that it's digesting! It WANTS to be used like a diaper! You flush with hot embarrassment as you realize that you've not only given it just what it wants, but it has rewarded you sexually for your good behavior.

You're cold, terrified, at the mercy of a strange creature, and...humiliatingly...so horny and aroused it hurts. At least you don't feel like you're in imminent danger, so you don't think you need to call 911. Since it's getting late you'll spend the night here and head out first thing in the morning.

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It was just a normal camping trip until you awake to something large and warm slipping into your sleeping bag.

You panic and kick your way free of the sleeping bag in a frenzy, but whatever it is moves quickly, and all you see is a pink blur as something translucent slips into the waistband of your pants.

You scream as the warm squishy mass envelops your crotch and wraps itself around your waist. You rip off your pants and gape in horror at the large pink mass that has latched itself onto you. You tentatively touch it. The outside of it feels dry and kind of rubbery, but the inside is definitely some kind of slick slimy gel. It doesn't appear to be alive, but you can feel it pulsing slightly. It doesn't appear to be hurting you, but

You try to remove it, but it has you in an iron-like grip. You grab your camp knife, but as the blade comes near the entity you feel it squeezing your balls harder and harder. You can only get the knife within an inch of the entity before the pain wins and you throw the knife away. Ball crushing stops immediately when you do.

Then new sensation begin. The first is a gentle massaging pressure on your genitals. It doesn't feel bad, just a vague feeling of tightness. You watch your crotch through the translucent body with morbid curiosity. Your balls are slowly pushed up inside of you popping into the inguinal space where they originally descended from in your infancy. Your penis appears to magically shrink as it's compressed to a tiny nub, barely more than a pink tip protruding from your body.

The next sensation has you writhing and clutching at the diaper as an invisible tendril begins to snake push it's way past your anus. You feel it pressing deeper and deeper pulsating as it expands, stretching you ever wider. As the pain reaches a climax it stops and your new diaper remains still.

You use your phone camera to inspect your aching hole.

Just as your penis is invisibly contained to a diminutive size, your anus is gaping wide. To anyone looking at you, you'd appear to be a baby-dicked person with a permanently destroyed ass, all contained in an oddly smooth, squishy, pink, and transparent diaper full of clear slime.

You pull and push at it, desperately trying to remove the thing until you're completely spent, panting on the floor of your tent.

You need help! Your mind races as you try to think of what your next step should be...

You could be napping in your crib while they did something innocuous or better yet, have your diapers hidden under some baggy clothes as you talked and socialized like an adult.

But no. Your wife-turned-mommy had better plans.

Now, once a month you are on full display, on all fours stop the coffee table, completely naked except for your pacifier. You suck anxiously at it, your face red and on fire with humiliation as they take turns spinning a wheel.

As the wheel slows to a stop the needle points to an image of a banana.

"That makes 3 bananas!" Laughs one woman.

You moan and your stomach sinks. Every player takes a turn spinning the wheel to see what will be unceremoniously shoved up your ass. Once all the objects are inserted your diaper is taped up and they begin betting on how long you'll be able to hold it all in.

So far it was up to three bananas, 5 laxative suppositories, a soapy enema, and 8 frozen marshmallows.

Sarah spins the wheel last and a cheer and laughs erupt as it stops on an image of a plug. You want to scream. Not only will you be filled until you feel like exploding, but you'll have to painfully wait until the building pressure expels the biggest plug Mommy has.

The enema goes first, filling you until your belly is swollen, then the bananas for volume, and finally the marshmallows and suppositories to create urgency. Lastly is the plug. It's so large that you feel like it'll split you before it finally slips deeply into you.

You're in diapers 24/7, but they make DAMN SURE that they're filled completely, and even then they only change you when you're about to leak AND dancing to hold more in. The instant you get a new diaper you're relieving yourself.

Because of this, you are never dry for more than a few seconds. You have to come to terms with the fact that you will never be dry again. You will always fail every diaper check and you will always smell like a dirty diaper.